Love me to death

Remember

The moment that Eren disappeared from view, the dining hall was full of whispers.

"Mikasa..." Armin's voice was the most quiet and sincere. Mikasa was silent, Hanji was refusing to leave without investigating Levi more, and Erwin was trying to convince Hanji otherwise. Armin agreed that they should leave.

Mikasa, though capable of being cold to those she wasn't fond of, cared for Eren so much that it physically pained her when they fought. She had been seeking him out, in love with him, for so long that the idea of not being near him was so foreign to her.

Armin knew better than anyone that Eren would take a mate soon, just as he knew that Mikasa would have a hard time accepting it.

Mikasa sat back down in her chair silently, biting her lower lip and wrapping her arms around herself.

Armin placed a hand on her shoulder. "We should go," he suggested.

Mikasa looked up at him, vulnerable, and almost argued. Armin shook his head no when he saw her disagreement on her face.

"You know how Eren is when he gets like this. There's no point in trying to argue with him, so let's just go and let him cool off."

Mikasa opened her mouth, but Erwin answered for her: "I think that's a good idea."

Hanji could be heard moaning in disagreement in the background, but she didn't put up much of a fight as they all stood from the table and took their leave.

As Armin wrapped his arm around Mikasa's waist, leading her out of the castle, he hoped that Eren wasn't acting too rash.

A few minutes had passed since Levi had been carried out of the room, but the ringing was still echoing in his ears. Levi had all but curled up into Eren's arms willingly, more so in an attempt to get away from the excessive noise and Mikasa than him wanting to be there, but now that he was away from the guests, he couldn't help but think that it felt nice.

Eren was strong, Levi knew that. It was even more obvious when all of the guests calmed immediately at his command and left Levi be. But Levi had never once thought that he would find comfort in the vampire's arms. A monster's arms.

Levi pressed his face into Eren's chest and tightened his hands in the vampire's clothing. He refused to speak, both out of frustration at his own weakness and annoyance at Eren. He wouldn't admit it, but a part of him was fearful as well, as Eren carried him through the long hallways, silent. Fuming.

Levi had only seen the vampire so angry a handful of times, and he could only be grateful that he wasn't the target of his anger.

Remembering the scene brought Levi back to Eren's words, ones said with so much passion that Levi knew that he couldn't ignore them.

When the ringing in his ears finally lessened and his body wasn't trembling anymore, Levi forced himself to ask, in a quiet voice, "What did you mean by 'your mate'?

Levi wasn't stupid, of course. He knew exactly what it meant to have a mate and to be one - for a wolf, anyway - but he wanted to know when and why Eren decided that Levi would be his mate.

As the brunette approached the wolves cellar closer and closer Levi believed that he was going to be left back in his cellular for the night but Eren continued passed the Raven was confused. Instead the vampire had another idea in mind.

Eren's bedroom is where he entered, gently he set the smaller male down on his bed and Eren hovered over him, caging Levi within his limps.
The wolves back pressed into the bed he stared up at the beast above him, afraid and unsure of what he would do next.